Category: Sleep Apnoea

Good Morning World and thanks for tuning in to the penultimate post day here on Planet Magnet. After this post there will be only one more and that won’t be for a couple of weeks as I tell the story of my walk along Britain’s oldest Road.

That means this is post number 499!

Quite an incredible feat but one that I suppose I am quite proud to have achieved.

I have always said that I would share my life with you guys for the next 499 posts, after which I would walk the Ridgeway for the Charity HENRY and make my 500th and final post about that very walk.

It is hard to consider the person I was when I started out on the journey. Some people don’t even recognise me as I have changed so much physically, others don’t recognise me because I have changed so much mentally.

Regardless of which is more significant I think we must all agree that since my surgery and subsequent life change, this person…

With My Mum!

Is no longer anything like this person….

If we consider way back when I started this little blog after advice to do so, I was incredibly unfit, unhappy, lonely, I was letting life pass me by and I was disengaged.

No more though.

What a difference 18mths and the help and support of medical professionals and all of you guys here on Word Press who come to read my words every day. Some of you read quietly and fly under the radar and some of you read and comment and encourage. Regardless of which camp you fall into, I appreciate you all so very very much and I thank you all very much from the bottom of my heart.

You guys have made the incredible challenge of 499 posts a possibility and I am so happy that I have completed what I set out to do I think all I need do now is wish myself Bon Voyage, Bon Chance and Bon Temps for the next week of walking. You will be able to follow my updates on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram…..

So until I write and publish the story of my walk, I shall leave you with these words from T.S Elliots Little Gidding (pointed TO me by Osyth from Half Baked in Paradise but here mixed up by ME) and hopefully they will sum up all I have been trying to say…

“To make an end is to make a beginning so always remember last years thoughts belong to last years language whereas next years words await another voice”

So ’till the last time,

Stay out of the fridge.

P.S. Don’t forget to follow this link and donate to my just giving page.

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A much known side effect of being a fellow with a fuller figure is the ability to snore and snore very loudly. You know the kind of snoring, they show it in cartoons when the perpetrator snores so loud that the roof raises and lowers with each breath.

Thats me and my roof is a mess!

It gets loud.

Still, no harm no foul. I live alone and the only living thing that gets to hear the snoring is my dog Archie when he comes for a sleepover and he doesn’t seem to mind, or at least he never comes in to my room and nudges me to roll over. It’s never been a problem for me, I have never wondered why I would so often wake myself with a snort or why I was tired in the day, even if I had thought I had enough sleep the previous night. This went on for some time until a trip to the The Oxfordshire Weight Loss Service ended up with me being referred to a clinical trial for OSA Obstructive Sleep Apnoea. Odd really, I had gone to the meeting to discuss whether a support group might be helpful in dealing with my weight issues and I had been identified as a possible OSA sufferer. Still, gift horses and all that.